Part Seven - Straight Where Supposed To

The two young men were still sitting in Ron's office when Minerva called trough the fireplace. She sounded bewildered, and a confused and worried look was shared between the two of them.
A moment later she stood in front of them, shearing in a low tone, that there "had to be SOMEONE in the caretaking departement at this school that was able to clean the fireplaces!!" She brushed of the remainings from her floo-flight, and greeted the two of them. Only raising half an eyebrow, before Harry realized he was still holding on to Ron's hand. He let go in a hurry, well aware that Minerva never would have told Severus, if there was anything to tell, but anyways…
Ron merely proclaimed he had "told Harry everything", and Minerva nodded, and gave him a confirming, warm smile. Harry was stunned. She had actually known the whole time. Ron stottered a few lines about having to tell someone, and that Minerva beeing his former Head of House and everything, had ran into him sitting on the front steps of the castle one day and surprising him with a rather demanding question of what had been bothering him for so long. And he had told. Not about Severus ofcourse. She had allready known that one herself. (Again with the Dumbledore-photo…Harry was sure that man was listening in on some of Harrys deep conversations with himself…or maybe one of Severuses, as he knew, that he too was a great man who talked a lot to himself…..people tend to do that when they feel totally alone, Harry recalled, before he snapped back to reality)
Minerva had dropped by to tell Ron that "there would be double lessons of occlumency this week, starting tomorrow, for the fifth-years getting ready for their upcoming O.W.L.s". And as he was there. "DADA-classes would be doubled next week, and if he would be so kind to tell his boyf....uhm....tell Severus too, that his classes was doubeled this week as well as Rons."
She left them with a smile, and with an order to "keep things straight where they was supposed to be straight". She heard them laughing all the way back to her headmistress-office, and could have swore she heard them telling jokes about a threesome…or maybe even invite Hermy, if she could find someone to babysit....she decided she didn't want to know, even thoug deep inside, she knew that they were only jokes. Harmful jokes.

Ron and Harry finished off their talk, realizing that dinner was ready in only a few minutes, and thet both of them had been crying a bit. They laughed at themselves, and performed a clear-up-spell on each other, and in the next minute, there was a soft nock on the door. Harry opened, and faced Hermione with the boys in her arms. She looked a bit puzzeled at them, but shrugged and kissed Ron, as the closed the door to his office.